Tea and Madeleines



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The Medina Arayat culinary tradition is embodied in Lucia, their cook  (above, left), a niece of Marc’s grandmother’s cook. Marc says that his  family’s household’s dishes are truly ‘Slow Food’ and, in the same  sense, Lucia is what I would call a ‘Slow Cook’.
Sitting at the kitchen table in February, I watched her prepare -  with the help of a daughter and a daughter-in-law - some fifteen dishes  over four hours (she had, of course, started long before we arrived at  the house at 9am). She moved leisurely - circling, circling, circling  the stove - lifitng lids to monitor contents, stirring here, adding a  little something there, moving pans from high heat to low heat to no  heat at all. Never rushing, rarely speaking, Lucia seemed in a trance,  completely at one with her work, which seemed not work at all but merely  an extension of her being, an action as unthinking as breathing.  Knowing which dishes needed what kind of attention when, she cooked  entirely by instinct, with the heart instead of the head - a state of  kitchen ease that I’ve experienced perhaps thrice in all my years at the  stove (those moments are so rare that I remember them vividly).

The Medina Arayat culinary tradition is embodied in Lucia, their cook (above, left), a niece of Marc’s grandmother’s cook. Marc says that his family’s household’s dishes are truly ‘Slow Food’ and, in the same sense, Lucia is what I would call a ‘Slow Cook’.

Sitting at the kitchen table in February, I watched her prepare - with the help of a daughter and a daughter-in-law - some fifteen dishes over four hours (she had, of course, started long before we arrived at the house at 9am). She moved leisurely - circling, circling, circling the stove - lifitng lids to monitor contents, stirring here, adding a little something there, moving pans from high heat to low heat to no heat at all. Never rushing, rarely speaking, Lucia seemed in a trance, completely at one with her work, which seemed not work at all but merely an extension of her being, an action as unthinking as breathing. Knowing which dishes needed what kind of attention when, she cooked entirely by instinct, with the heart instead of the head - a state of kitchen ease that I’ve experienced perhaps thrice in all my years at the stove (those moments are so rare that I remember them vividly).

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